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Photos by Phil.  Articles by Matt Lurrie

The link that you clicked on was entitled "Matt's Photo Journals".  Most of my work has not been much like a journal, in the news sense of the term, but I feel that, at least the beginning of this one ought to be.

The year was 2005.  It was a hot day.  Wise activity coordinators had planned Water World for that day.  When it was over, most of the plastic pools, and other paraphernalia had been cleaned up, with one exception-a lone plastic pool still filled with water.  Not only had it been left, it was left in what was the end zone of an Ultimate Frisbee field.  I was, at the time, wearing the following shirt:

It takes some people longer to understand this shirt.  I've been with people for an entire day before they understand that it means "Holy Cow" (granted, these people are not as smart as you, reader).  It comes from a Vermont artist named Woody Jackson (whose specialty is bovine mammals.)

Back to the story.  The pool was just sitting there.  Because of the intense heat, a true game of Frisbee seems utterly impossible to complete.  It was then that Holy Cow was born.

It originated as a play.  One person would run as fast as they could to the end zone.  Then, someone would throw the Frisbee from all the way down the field into the end zone.  If you were able to lay out and catch the Frisbee into the pool, it would be worth two points.

The game quickly dissolved like bits of dirt flung into the never-still pool of water.  The phrase "Holy Cow!" was uttered almost with every breath.  The object no longer was to score points, but to catch it into the pool while screaming "Holy Cow".

And as the pool filled, so did the level of anticipation.

And for such a monumental occasion, it seemed only appropriate to bring the shirt that started it all out of retirement.